Lightcrafting in the aether--or postmillenial ranting on culture, politics, and history with a side of navel-gazing--take your pick.

18 March 2009

Rest in peace, Natasha Richardson

Even though she was in one of my favorite movies, I actually didn't know who Natasha Richardson was until I started becoming a big fan of Liam Neeson. I always noticed how happy they looked together; this year was their 15th anniversary, and they still totally looked like they were head over heels for each other.

I can't imagine how devastating this must be for Liam, and for Vanessa Redgrave and Joely Richardson. I can imagine all too well what it's like for her 12 and 13 year old sons, though, when one minute your mom's right there and then....she's not. It's taken me over 20 years and a lot of therapy to even start getting closure on my father's death, and I still take the occasional Egyptian river cruise. ("What do you mean, Daddy wasn't perfect!")

She was 45, and she died as the result of what everyone, including her, thought was a minor accident that she got up and walked away from. She will be missed.

From the Deck of the Airship

Thirty-something African-American bisexual pagan feminist geek, frequently under the influence of too much caffeine, too little sleep, and way too much time in front of a keyboard and monitor. Currently living in Northern California with my partner Telesilla and our Feline Overlords. Depending on the day, Ravenclaw with some Slytherin tendencies, or a Slytherin with the occasional Ravenclaw moment. Idealistic cynic, progressive pragmatist, and literary technophile.
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